I have one more
order of business.
With the CNO and
commandant's blessing,
SECNAV is standing up
a prototype Joint
Legal Service Center:
Navy and Marine lawyers in
the field under one command.
Colonel MacKenzie,
you've been selected
for command of that unit.
Your orders.
Sir, I-I don't know what to say.
It's Joint Legal Services
Center, Southwest.
You'll be stationed
in San Diego.
Well, that's only
a five-hour flight.
I wouldn't make my vacation
plans just yet, Commander.
I hope you like
Yorkshire pudding.
Force Judge Advocate,
Naval Forces Europe?
You'll be stationed in London.
You have two days'
travel, four days' proceed.
By the way, it's a...
it's a captain's billet.
The 0-6 board
just reported out.
Frocking's been approved.
Congratulations, Captain Rabb.
That'll be all.
You are going to be
the Navy's senior lawyer
in Europe, Commander...
Captain.
That is the steppingstone for
the Judge Advocate General.
Um, I have no intention
of resigning quite yet,
Commander Roberts.
Oh, yes, sir, uh, of course.
No, not-not for a long time.
Maybe never.
You're authorized to,
uh, choose your staff.
No one is off limits.
The same for you, Colonel.
Just don't duke
it out in public.
This'll take some
getting used to.
Old habits die hard.
What just happened?
Well, your world got
turned upside down.
And yours didn't, Captain?
Captain. I like
the sound of that.
Don't worry. Your turn's coming.
Don't be condescending.
I was trying to be supportive.
We both knew that
this day might happen.
Your elevation
to greatness?
Our separation.
San Diego's what, about
6,000 miles from London?
5,489.
That's ten and a
half hours' flying time.
A lot of decisions
need to be made.
And I'm not talking
about staffing decisions.
We have three days, Captain.
What does the
general want, Coates?
No clue, sir.
Which one do you want?
Do you want to
go with the colonel
or the commander?
Oh, I find the colonel
a little easier to work with.
You probably wouldn't
be alone in that sentiment.
How 'bout you?
I guess I'll stay here.
It's what I know
how to do, you know?
What are you so afraid of?
Why don't you take a
chance, try something new?
I'll let the general know
you're here, Lieutenant.
Lieutenant Vukovic
is here, sir. Send
him in, Petty Officer.
You wanted to see me, sir?
I did.
Have a seat.
I just got a call from
the commanding general
of the Marine Corps
Recruit Depot, Parris Island.
Uh, seems he has a problem
with Recruit Walter Evans.
The recruit went UA twice.
Both times, PMO picked him
up in the middle of the night
outside the barracks area
covered with mud from the swamp.
When asked where he'd been,
he replied, "Out
k*lling the enemy."
Is he a nutcase, sir?
Unknown. Uh, after
the first UA incident,
he received
non-judicial punishment
and incentive training.
Does he have what it takes
to make a good Marine?
He was the guide in his platoon.
I bet he isn't anymore.
Not after two UAs.
That's correct,
Lieutenant. He's in the brig.
Now, I need you to
go to Parris Island,
help sort this thing out.
What is there to sort out, sir?
It sounds like a boilerplate
administrative discharge to me.
Let the paperwork be handled by
the base administration.
I've had a request from Recruit
Evans' series commander,
endorsed by the CG, that I
send a lawyer from this office.
I'm honoring that request.
I expect you to report
to Parris Island TAD
as instructed,
investigate the matter
and ensure the best outcome.
Understood, Lieutenant?
Yes, sir.
Hey, Commander.
Hey, Bud.
How's the family?
Oh, they're fine, sir.
How's your leg?
Oh, nothing I can't handle.
Say, uh, you ever
been to London?
No, sir... I hear
it is pretty expensive.
Well, not if the Navy's paying.
From what I understand,
they ship your household
goods, your car.
They arrange for quarters
until you find something
you like better...
You know, you're
going to be missed, sir.
JAG just won't be
the same without you.
How'd you like to
go to London, Bud?
I need an assistant
Force Judge Advocate.
And there's no one
else I'd rather have
for the position than you.
Well, I-I'd-I'd have
to... think about it, sir.
Okay, I've thought about it.
Yes! I would love to, Commander!
You'd better talk
to Harriet first.
Oh, well, she's always
wanted to go to London,
and it'd be a great
education for the kids.
Be a good career move.
Thank you, sir.
You earned it, Bud.
Colonel, may I?
San Diego.
What about it?
I like it out there.
No.
Ma'am, I-I-I don't understand...
You heard what I said. I do
not want you in my command.
That's a little cold, ma'am.
Well, that's the
way it has to be.
You're not the kind of lawyer
that I want on my staff, period.
I win my cases, Colonel.
Yeah, it's
how you win your cases
that bothers me, Lieutenant.
You-you have a gift for
finding overlooked evidence
or missing witnesses, not
always in the most ethical manner.
So I'm being penalized
for going the extra mile?
There's nothing wrong
with going the extra mile.
It just depends on
the road you're taking.
Well, is there anything I can
do to change your mind, ma'am?
No.
I'm going to Parris
Island for a few days.
I'd like to discuss
this when I get back.
Do you ever take
no for an answer?
Well, if I did that, think of
all the fun I would've missed.
I'd rather not.
Good-bye, Lieutenant.
Are you going to miss
Captain Rabb, ma'am?
It's just I-I heard the
two of you were close.
Shut the door on your
way out, Lieutenant.
I didn't ask how
close, I... Good!
Because it's none
of your business.
Still, eight, nine
years, I mean...
This is not a conversation
I intend to have
with you, Lieutenant.
My apologies, Colonel.
It's... just that I assumed
after your experiences
in Okinawa...
Do you want to face a charge
of disrespect to
a senior officer?
No, ma'am.
I don't.
What happened in
Okinawa was a mistake.
A youthful indiscretion?
Exactly.
Because Colonel Farrow was in
the same command as you were,
and yet you've built a
stellar career for yourself,
proof that youthful
indiscretion isn't always fatal.
Which is the very
reason why I hope
you'll reconsider my request
to accompany you to San Diego.
Ma'am.
Do you have a moment, sir?
I do. Have a seat.
Sir, I want you to know
how much I've enjoyed
working with you.
Then why do you
want to request orders
to San Diego, Petty Officer?
You've had something
on your mind all day.
I'm not even sure if the
colonel would want me, sir.
She'd be a fool not to.
That's kind of you to say.
Nothing kind about it.
It's the truth.
Being here at JAG
was a fresh start for me,
and I just... I think I'm
ready for the next step...
with your blessing, of course.
Well, go speak to
Colonel MacKenzie.
I'm sure she'll let me
know the outcome.
Let's just leave our hats at
the door here for a moment.
I want to ask you a question.
Yes, sir?
Do you think Colonel
MacKenzie sees this opportunity
as the next step, as a
chance to start over?
Are you referring to the fact
that you just put 6,000 miles
between the colonel and
Commander Rabb, sir?
I am. Well, let's just
say this: when their offices
were 20 feet apart, they
couldn't communicate.
Now there are eight
time zones between them.
I think a fresh start is their
only chance at happiness, sir.
Hmm.
Harm.
Never got a chance
to congratulate you.
That sounded sincere, Sturgis.
Why wouldn't it be?
Well, you were
qualified for the position.
Not according to
the promotion board.
Your sh*t'll come.
I'll see to it.
Maybe I'll be JAG after you.
Well, you're now
the next senior
man to the general.
Along with Bud.
Thank you.
I'll see you, Captain.
Good luck.
MacKENZIE: Bud.
Hey, you got a minute?
Oh, uh, Harriet's
waiting for me downstairs.
My car's in the shop.
Oh. Can you hold the...?
Hey, I-I'll walk you out.
Um, Bud, I'd like
you to consider
coming with me to San Diego.
I'm going to need
a blue suit XO.
That is really
flattering, ma'am.
But...?
The commander got
to you first, didn't he?
He did.
And you said yes?
Uh, pending a
conversation with Harriet,
but I can't imagine
she'd say no.
No!
I'm sorry. That-that
came out wrong.
Did you tell the
commander you'd go?
Well, I didn't tell
him that I wouldn't go.
I thought you always
wanted to see London.
That was four babies ago.
And I'm just surprised
that Colonel MacKenzie
didn't ask you.
Well, she just did.
And you turned her down?
Well, I-I told her I'd been
offered another billet.
Well, it is your decision.
You know, when the
commander offered me the job,
I was just so flattered...
Who wouldn't be?
And I'm just glad he
recognizes how valuable you are.
I just got so excited,
I didn't put enough
thought into it.
I mean, it is a big move,
and we love our house,
and our kids go to
school here, and...
I think we should stay put.
Do you agree?
If that's what you want.
I'll talk to the commander.
You have an uncanny knack
for always making
the right decision.
MacKENZIE: Afternoon, Admiral.
Afternoon. Lieutenant
Commander Harmon Rabb...
Major Sarah MacKenzie.
Mac.
Harm.
You're going to be okay, Mac.
I'm going to get
you through this.
I promise.
You're being driven
by emotions, and those
emotions are going to get us k*lled.
You can quit. I can't.
My father is out
there somewhere,
and I'm going to find him.
Or die trying. Or die trying.
But you shouldn't.
You've come with me
farther than anyone I know.
I'll never forget that, Mac.
I have so much I want
to say to you, but I can't...
I can't find the words.
I know.
Damn you.
Why am I the only one crying?
♪ In 1775 ♪
♪ Our Marine Corps came alive ♪
♪ My Marine Corps
came alive... ♪
Gregory Vukovic, JAG Corps,
reporting as ordered, sir.
Take a seat, Lieutenant.
What do you know about the case?
That twice Recruit Evans
went out into the swamp,
and twice he was brought
back the next morning,
covered in mud,
saying he'd been out
"k*lling the enemy."
That's about it.
Except that we determined
he did not, in
fact, k*ll anyone.
What can you tell me
about Recruit
Evans personally, sir?
He arrived on the bus
from Charleston
with the other recruits.
Stood on the yellow footprints,
got his head shaved and
was issued all his gear.
In other words, not much.
Since then has he
been training well, sir?
His mysterious behavior aside,
the kid could be a good Marine.
But there's clearly
a problem here.
Find out what it is.
Report back to me.
Understood, Lieutenant?
Aye, sir.
Oh. My apologies, General.
Carry on. Yes, sir.
Uh, Midshipman Roberts.
Sir?
I understand you had a
little set-to with my daughter.
Well, we-we worked
it out, General.
Mm. Exactly what
did you work out?
An interpretation of
the rules of paintball, sir.
Were you in the right?
Yes, I was, General, but
Cammie, your daughter,
Midshipman Cresswell,
made a very good case.
She has everything it takes
to be an awesome lawyer, sir.
Hmm. Why do you think that?
She has a way of
interpreting the rules
to her advantage, General.
Kind of bending the facts.
I see.
When it comes to my daughter,
I have my own set of rules.
Rules of engagement.
Do you get my
meaning, Midshipman?
Yes, sir!
Carry on.
What were you talking
to the general about?
Uh, Cammie.
His daughter.
Are you crazy?
The General is my CO,
and you're messing around
with his daughter?
Bud...
I'm not messing around
with the midshipman, okay?
I just happen to
be in love with her.
No, you're not. Yes, I am.
Well, fall out of love.
Cammie and I have been
spending a lot of time together.
Okay, I'm as serious as I can
be under the circumstances.
Okay, I-I-I... I-I don't
want to know about this.
I can't know about this.
Please... leave.
Thank you so much
for having lunch with me.
I know how busy you
must be. Oh, come on.
You and Bud are
among my oldest friends.
It's going to be
hard not seeing you.
Well, you're going
to enjoy London.
Oh, no.
London's out of the question.
You said no?
Well, Bud made the decision.
But you helped?
Well, like most men,
sooner or later, he
came to his senses.
Not all of them do.
Did, uh... did Bud
tell you that I...
I asked him to go to San Diego?
Mm-hmm.
And?
Well, better than London,
but again, I... we can't.
I'm sorry, no.
You have a life here.
Well, it's more than that.
Tell me.
Well, it's something I
can't discuss with Bud,
so it's just between you and me?
Of course.
Bud still needs monitoring,
and Bethesda's one of the
best hospitals in the world.
Yeah, Balboa has a
state-of-the-art facility.
I know.
But they know him here.
And his therapists,
doctors... I just trust them all.
Mm, I understand.
Sometimes I forget
about Bud's leg.
So does he.
And then he pushes too hard,
takes on more than he should.
Well, I've never
heard him complain.
Oh, and you never will.
So I have to be his conscience.
Sometimes I think, you know,
he feels good knowing
that I'm there for
him, you know?
I think he's lucky to have you.
Any man's lucky
to have any woman.
Amen to that.
So you looking
forward to San Diego?
Mm.
You know, I can't wait.
Here you are.
I wish I had your
confident approach
to life.
Well, sometimes I
wish I had your life.
Oh, wow.
I guess it has its charms.
I mean, I can say
this for motherhood.
I know what I'm
going to be doing
for the next 20 years. Mm.
Carpools, band practice,
soccer games. Whee...
I don't know
what I'm going to be
doing 20 minutes from now.
Now doesn't that bother you?
Sometimes.
Mostly, I find it exhilarating.
Mm, I'm looking forward to
whatever life throws at me.
You're amazing.
Thanks for taking the time
to meet with me, Lieutenant.
No problem. General Rossing
filled me in on the facts.
I'm fairly certain
there's one he left out.
Recruit Evans' mother
arrived half an hour ago.
It turns out she reported
him missing six weeks ago.
An Amber Alert was issued.
Amber Alert? I thought they
were for missing children.
They are. Evans is 16.
You're kidding.
Did you request
a birth certificate?
His mother had it with her.
How did he enlist?
You ever sign your parent's name
on your report card, Lieutenant?
So Junior forged
his mom's signature?
And presented the recruiter
with an altered
birth certificate
and high school diploma.
Well, the kid's enterprising.
I'll give him that.
Mrs. Evans would like to
meet with the both of us, sir.
The sooner the better.
Commander Rabb.
Hey, Midshipman Roberts.
May I join you, sir?
Unless you're
waiting for someone.
No, I'm on my own. Have a seat.
Thank you, sir.
Busy, huh?
Not too busy.
I'm just dividing
up some case files.
What's on your mind?
Have you ever been in love?
If you're looking for
relationship advice, Mikey,
you should talk to your brother.
Yeah. Well, I tried that, sir,
but Bud doesn't want
to talk to me about it.
Why not?
Uh, it-it concerns General
Cresswell's daughter.
Have you lost your mind?
Pretty much, sir.
Does she know
how you feel about her?
I haven't talked
to her about it.
Well, I understand
that helps, Mike.
Does she, uh, feel the
same way about you?
I think Cammie likes
me at least a little.
Well, here's my
advice to you, Mike.
Talk to her.
Open up.
Let her know how you feel.
Thank you for the advice, sir.
Good luck, Captain.
You, too.
I knew I should have
gotten my own room.
What?
I'd forgotten how
beautiful you are.
You resign your
commission, and you travel
5,000 miles to find me
and damn near get k*lled.
Well, riddle me
this, fly boy. Why?
I think you know why.
Five years from this moment
if neither of us is
in a relationship,
we'll go have us a kid.
You and me?
Have a baby together?
Yeah. Your looks and my brains,
he'll be... perfect.
Don't make a promise
you can't keep.
Mac, you have someone
who will always love you.
And you have
somebody that loves you.
My husband was
k*lled January 4, 2002
during an ambush
in Khost, Afghanistan.
We're sorry for
your loss, ma'am.
Not nearly so sorry as I am.
Walter was 13 at the time.
It's an impressionable age.
He took it hard.
His grades started to slip
and he stopped
seeing his friends
and people he'd been
close to his whole life.
Spent a lot of time
reading in his room.
Marine Corps manuals,
history of the Corps...
All he talked about
was becoming a Marine.
That's not something I imagine
you would want to encourage.
Hardly.
I had already lost his father.
I couldn't bear the
thought of losing my son.
As I said, a change
came over him,
and then... one
night he was gone.
Did he leave a note?
No. Nothing.
I thought something
terrible had happened to him.
Is that when
you issued the Amber Alert?
Yes.
It never occurred to me
that he could talk his
way past a recruiter.
He's a pretty smart kid.
Yes, he is.
Lieutenant Boyette and
I have talked, ma'am.
We've agreed to chalk this
up to youthful indiscretion.
Your son's free to go.
He told me that he's not
coming home with me.
That he's staying here.
That's not possible.
Well, you don't know my son.
He's like his father.
Once he gets
something in his head...
I need your help. Please.
Otherwise, I'm
going to lose him.
Well, we'll do what
we can, ma'am.
Thank you.
Oh, Commander.
I've given some serious thought
to our discussion yesterday.
Oh, you spoke to
Harriet. Excellent.
Well, mainly, she listened
while I talked
myself out of it, sir.
Well, I'm sorry
to hear that, Bud.
So was I, sir, when I heard the
words coming out of my mouth.
I-I-I'm really very
honored that you asked me
and I would love to work
with you, Commander.
And the idea of going to
London, that wasn't half bad either.
But...
right now, our
life is here, sir.
I understand, Bud.
Some other time.
I didn't do anything wrong, sir.
You went UA, recruit. Twice.
What were you
trying to accomplish?
Extra training. Night
work in the swamp.
Who exactly were you k*lling?
One of our DIs said that our
enemies are all around us, sir.
But you didn't
actually k*ll anyone.
No, sir.
Did you discharge your w*apon?
No, sir.
At times like that,
our training says
you go to the Kn*fe.
I did what I was
being trained to do, sir:
hunt the enemy.
I want to be the best
Marine I can be, sir.
And you may be
that one day, Evans.
Just not today and not tomorrow.
The good news is you won't
have to face court-martial.
Why not, sir?
Because you're not old
enough to be a Marine,
therefore you're not subject
to the Uniform Code
of m*llitary Justice.
Sir, look at my uniform.
I am a Marine.
You didn't graduate
from boot camp.
Now, your personal effects
are going to be returned to you
and you're going to be
authorized to return home
to Ohio with your mother.
Sir, the Marine Corps's my home.
My fellow Marines,
they're my family now.
I've spoken to your mother.
Tell her I'm sorry, Lieutenant.
I've tried that.
She doesn't understand why
you don't want to go home.
'Cause everyone
will laugh at me, sir.
Why would they do that?
They'll think I washed
out of boot camp, sir.
And Mommy had to come get me.
No one's going to
see it that way, Walt.
I think most people
would be impressed.
Look what you did.
You lied your way
into the Marine Corps.
You worked the system.
You convinced a Marine
general that you had the right stuff.
Marines are taught
to think on their feet,
improvise and adapt,
and you did just that.
My father didn't raise me
to "work the system," sir.
Or to lie to recruiters.
No, of course he didn't.
And it was wrong.
Brilliant, but wrong.
I thought you'd be
mad at me, sir. Why?
They made you come all
the way down here from DC.
Well, that's how much
the general thinks of you.
Look at it this way.
In two years you're
going to be 18.
You're free to enlist then.
They'll never take me,
sir... I have a record.
Of wanting to be a Marine
more than anything else.
I don't think they're going
to hold that against you.
Just let me handle it, okay?
And my mother?
She just wants you to come home.
You sure you can fix this, sir?
Absolutely.
I need some advice.
Good, 'cause, uh, I need yours.
What are you doing about
the lease on your apartment?
That's what you wanted
to talk to me about?
Real estate? Yeah.
I'm subletting.
You remember Varese?
Yeah, that was the
woman Turner was dating.
Well, still is.
Who knew?
Anyway, she's coming
to DC for a few months,
see how things go with Sturgis.
Oh, what about her career?
She's booked six nights a
week at the One Step Down.
She's kind of like
the house chanteuse.
So what about your apartment?
Well, I offered it to Coates,
but she's not interested
in staying in the building.
Yeah, the neighborhood
never seems the same
once your roommate
tries to k*ll you.
Have you, uh,
you talked to Mattie?
Yeah, that was
the first call I made.
She told you to go?
Yes.
What'd you say?
I told her I wasn't going
anywhere without her.
We're still waiting for the
juvenile court to rule on it.
However, her father
is not contesting it, so...
You're a good dad.
What about your cases?
Who's getting them?
Well, I'm giving Bud his choice.
He, uh, finally told
you he's not going?
Well, you know,
once Harriet makes his mind up,
that's pretty much it.
I'll probably stick
Turner with the dogs.
Mm, you're all heart.
Ooh, Lieutenant Wilson,
Petty Officer Lyons...
Ensign... Do you mind?
Funny, I didn't see
Vukovic's name there.
Nah, I don't want him.
You could take him to London.
Not my type.
Nor mine. You know, I wouldn't
dismiss him out of hand,
Mac... He did a fair job
on that case we
worked on together.
Might come in handy.
That's odd, coming from you.
You afraid of him?
I could bend him like a pretzel.
Oh, yeah? He might like that.
So, uh... were you
ready for all this?
Were you?
Well, I've been
dreading it for a while,
but now that it's here,
it doesn't seem so bad.
I'm just taking it
one day at a time.
- I - still don't
understand why you can't
just send him home to Ohio.
He refuses to go, sir.
What do you mean he refuses?
It's a clear case of
fraudulent enlistment.
Spank him, then
put him on the bus.
Sir, he believes that
he is truly a Marine.
He will not go home
with his mother.
I, um... I need your
advice, General.
His father d*ed in combat.
That's a heavy burden
for a young man.
Probably sees this as a way to
honor the memory of his father.
That's very insightful, sir.
Keep in mind the Marines
aren't like the other services.
That's becoming more
apparent to me each day, sir.
Any suggestions, General?
I don't want to
embarrass Recruit Evans,
or his mother, or
the Marine Corps.
Think outside the
box, Lieutenant.
That is your
specialty, isn't it?
But...
Easy for you to say.
Well...
You're going to
love London, Dad.
You know, they wrote "eternity"
on this bridge in lights
on New Year's Eve.
Is that how long
we're going to wait?
Mac...
We're not in Washington.
We're not even on
the same continent.
I know.
But you still can't let go.
Not yet.
You're just this way
with me, aren't you?
Yeah.
Only with you.
I want you to know that, uh...
if you want to have
a baby, in the future,
the offer still holds.
I mean, we could do it together,
like we planned.
I also know that I have
given a lot of thought
to the kind of man
that I would want
to be the father of
my children if I ever...
Commander Rabb is that
kind of man, Your Honor.
I don't have a clue what I want.
I just know what I don't want.
I'm tired of dissecting
relationships.
The minute you start
dissecting something,
the damn thing is dead.
So don't talk to
Clay. Talk to me.
I appreciate the offer.
But?
There's so much more to
talk about than just Webb.
Well, Mac...
when you're ready,
let me know, huh?
We are gathered here to honor
Recruit Walter Evans.
He's only been with
the Marine Corps
a few short weeks.
But in that time, he has
distinguished himself
in the same way that his father,
Sergeant Major Silers
Evans, distinguished himself.
I had the privilege of
knowing both father and son.
Your father was a fine man,
and an outstanding Marine.
His death was a loss for us all,
but most of all, for
you and your mother.
In your time here,
Recruit Evans,
I've seen in you
the same qualities
that I saw in your father:
same dedication, same hard work.
But I messed up, sir.
We all do, son, sometime.
Captain?
Aye, aye, sir.
Recruit Evans, front and center.
Attention to Orders.
Recruit Evans,
for your loyalty
and esprit de corps,
for the period 15
March to 26 April 2005,
on behalf of the Commandant
of the Marine Corps,
I present you
with this certificate
that proclaims you to
be an honorary Marine.
You are therefore officially
discharged from service
and ordered to
return without delay
to your home of record.
And we want you to know
that when the time is right,
you will be welcomed back,
provided you return home
with your mother tomorrow.
And I am sure
that, with hard work
and good behavior,
you will be able
to persuade her
to give her blessing
on a career in the United
States Marine Corps.
This is an order, Recruit.
Aye, aye, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Semper fi.
You have no idea
how much this
means to both of us.
I think maybe we do, ma'am.
Walt, we have some
paperwork to do.
Thank you for everything, sir.
Ma'am, would it be out of place
for me to make a suggestion?
After everything you've done?
There's a VA
psychiatric hospital
less than 50 miles
away from you.
The VA has established
a counseling program
for families of
service personnel
k*lled in Iraq and Afghanistan.
I think that Walt didn't
get the help he needed
after his father d*ed.
Ma'am, my father passed
away when I was 15...
Pretty much the same age Walt
was when your husband d*ed.
I didn't know which way to turn.
So, how did you get past it?
I tried church...
street gangs, booze, girls.
But nothing worked
to take the pain away.
I was too much for my mom,
so she sent me to
live with an uncle.
He talked to me about my dad...
Told me things I didn't know.
See, my mother didn't
want to talk about him
after he d*ed.
So, eventually, after
hearing all about my dad...
I got better.
All Walt needs is
someone he can talk to.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
Looks like that closes
the case, Lieutenant.
Yes, sir.
I wasn't aware that you
knew the boy's father, sir.
I did not want that
fact generally known,
which is why I
requested a lawyer
from JAG headquarters.
Looks like I made
the right decision.
Hey.
Hey, yourself.
There's something so final
about a packed suitcase.
Yeah. Not to mention an
entirely packed apartment.
Oh. How about you? You packed?
Mmm, not completely.
Let's talk about,
uh, you and me.
Neither one of us... wants to be
the first to say good-bye...
Yeah, I know the song.
We've been singing it for years.
Mac, I don't think
that I will ever...
feel about anyone else
the way that I feel about you.
Uh, that's very flattering.
One piece of advice.
Don't share that with your wife,
whoever she might be.
She might not understand.
Do you understand?
Why we can't make it work?
Why we've let fate
decide our futures?
No, I don't.
Let me ask you a
personal question.
Of all the men in your life,
what was it about
them that attracted you?
Well, they wanted me,
and they let me know it.
I wanted you.
You knew that.
Harm, no woman wants
to be a mind-reader.
And with you, there was
always complications:
another woman, work,
searching for your father.
That's all past.
Is it?
Mac, we have 12 hours.
We've had nine years.
I guess maybe I just
needed a deadline.
Well, you got one, sailor.
What are you proposing?
And that's not a Freudian slip.
I'm proposing.
Let's get married.
In London?
Yeah, London works for me.
San Diego works for me.
This has always been
the 500-pound
gorilla in the room.
If we get married,
one of us has to give
up their Navy careers.
Well, we could
wait until I retire.
Yeah. What's another
decade or so, huh?
I love you, Mac.
But I don't want to
give up my Navy career
and you don't want to
give up the Marine Corps.
So, we're right back
where we started.
Do you believe in fate?
Well, it put us
together... sort of.
Fate could keep
us together forever.
♪ I'm 15 for a moment... ♪
What can I do for you?
Uh, I'll have a draft beer.
What put that
smile on your face?
Well, I just got engaged.
I mean, at least I think I did.
Don't you think you
ought to find out?
That's kind of why I'm here now.
♪ She feels better than ever ♪
♪ And we're on fire ♪
♪ Making our way
back from Mars ♪
Hi.
♪ 15, there's still
time for you... ♪
What can I do for you?
Uh, soda with a twist, please.
Figures a guy like him
would be with a girl like you.
Well, we're still
working on that.
Oh, so, that makes
you the almost-fiancee.
That's the part
we're working on.
I don't see a ring.
We're negotiating that.
Lucky you.
Yeah. Lucky me.
Captain!
Colonel!
Oh, my gosh!
Hey, congratulations.
It's turning into
quite a special night.
Thanks for coming
on such short notice.
Are you kidding? We wouldn't
have missed it for the world.
Oh, my gosh. Give me a hug.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Drinks?
Yes. Please.
MacKENZIE: So, you gonna
help me pick out a dress?
They said it's a surprise.
Hey, the g*ng's all here.
Hi, you guys. Hi, there.
Hey, guys, what
are you drinking?
It's on me.
Bloody Mary, please.
A martini.
Joanna, can I have a Bloody
Mary and a martini, please?
You got it.
I got your message.
I thought you said you
had a flat tire and no spare.
Uh, Captain Rabb ordered
me to get you here, sir,
any way I could.
So, uh, I lied.
I knew you wouldn't
come otherwise,
and this might be
a surprise to you,
but it wouldn't be the
same without you here, sir.
What are you drinking, General?
Martini, dry, thanks.
Colonel, I understand
you're taking my Petty Officer
- to San Diego.
- Uh, I haven't
found the right moment
to ask the colonel, sir.
I would love to take her,
sir, with your blessing.
Well, that's if the colonel is
actually going to San Diego.
You're not thinking of
turning down the assignment?
Um...
Mac and I have an
announcement to make.
We're getting married.
Congratulations! Outstanding.
I knew you'd finally come
around to the Marines.
In either London or San Diego.
And for this marriage
to be successful,
one of us has to
resign our commission.
And it's no surprise that we
couldn't decide which one.
So, we're going
to let fate decide.
Bud.
When Admiral Chegwidden retired,
he gave me his JAG coin,
and I thought that this would be
the perfect moment to use it.
Here is the side with heads.
And this is the side with tails.
The bride-to-be will call it.
Tails.
I always wanted to do
this at the Super Bowl.
Here goes.
♪ 15, there's
still time for you ♪
♪ Time to buy and
time to choose ♪
♪ Hey, 15, there's
never a wish ♪
♪ Better than this ♪
♪ When you only got ♪
♪ 100 years to live. ♪
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Follows the exploits of the "judge advocates" in the Department of the Navy's Office of the Judge Advocate General, based in the Washington metropolitan area.
Follows the exploits of the "judge advocates" in the Department of the Navy's Office of the Judge Advocate General, based in the Washington metropolitan area.